*Hawk like eyes watching every movement, making sure the girl serves well. If not there might be a boot kick or two in her furture*

'I have a WB raider in Gretuk Dur Caverns , my home, that is from Torvaldsland. He wipes my butt for me. I have to tell the kajira please dont squeeze the Jarl.'

~laughs~

Corpo Plaza
And what about your own nightmares? He can't even remember if you are able to have them. He knows you can have problems sleeping ... but when it comes to things he can handle versus not .. well, even he has his own limits. His own proficiencies. If it wasn't for the military grade ICE in his head, a netrunner could play with him all day.

He stares at you, making sure you understood his point. What he thought of you. What he thinks you can do for yourself. And you reach for him jaw, causing him to relax a little ... a slow exhale at your words, all while your thumb brushes ...

"Good."

That's that then.
Your hand comes down and he nods at that first bit, before shaking his head at the second.

"No .. more like .. they'll discover all the stuff I did for Paz. I'll probably be fired. I don't think they'd think I was some kind of threat that needed dealt with. Not like I worked against them at any point ... not even jail-worthy."

He shrugs, but is glad to take your hand finally and you move with him, and he'll look up into the sky, past the trees a moment ...

he just wants to linger in this moment, quiet as it is now .. like the whole world is out there, and we're in here, amidst some trees and that monk about a hundred feet away further down the path, sitting on a mat in the grass.

He looks to you, smiling. "Did you ever grab one of those BDs?"

Approaching, she moved with a soft sway - the large bowl that barely held the bosk steak held against her belly - nudging her with each step.

Lowering to her knees before Him, she positioned for His pleasure, eyes lifting to His as she offered the food.

Master .. bosk for You -- with juice, but no bread to be found in Camp

blue/grays twinkled

finds a pillow to kneel on

Rehearsals
Realizing that this is the same Holly that was carried into a party has her momentarily distracted mentally, trying to picture it, now that she can see the woman in front of her. But the distraction fades once Holly starts her monologue, slipping back into focusing on the moment.

Holly Blanc

Your pace adjusts as she'd thought it might and when you look to the two of them, it's believable. You're trying to convince them. Not some imaginary person on the stage with you, but the two of them.

You're also clearly talking about something other than Caesar and Brutus. A grin twitches at the corners of her lips when you turn shrill, continuing as you shout.

You're doing great, in case you aren't sure. Her face gives it away a little.

I wish All well to the slave be well.

*Shrugs softly as dark Obsidian eyes twinkle in the fire light and glints off the gold nose ring.*

No idea, but he certainly seems to be lost....hopefully the sential sleens won't eat him on the way out of camp.

Rehearsals
"What's so great about Caesar, hm?!" she continued, the pinched squeal of her inflection around 'Great' tapering off to that falsetto at the end, advocating for… "Brutus is just as cute as Caesar…"

A little quaver of shaken self-confidence, deliberate and frantic as the out-of-place line was meant to make the audience question just who Gretchen was even ranting about. If the Big Feet comment didn't clue them in, this should knock it home, right?

"Kay? Brutus is just as smart as Caesar…" she continued to entreaty with a manic, nervous smile, eyes flickering up towards the two of them like the other classmates she was desperate to convince. "People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar—a-and when it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh?!"

and she picked up the pace, dropping the page altogether as she spoke directly at Elodie and Leo, glaring with all the fury of the worst that the Parent Association could possibly levy at the school board.

"Because that's not what Rome is about!" By now she was Shrill. There was a version of this that landed, full-force point-blank right in Detective Randall Gage's face back in March.
Her voice then abruptly picked up a murderous snarl, one that was hilariously out of place given her normally small and borderline mousey voice. "WE SHOULD TOTALLY JUST STAB CAESAR!!!"

Pressure held, lungs empty, eyes bulging, statue-still for one additional second before she began breathing again, trembling inwardly as she looked around, horrified at the imaginary expressions surrounding her.

Getting to read the first few lines helped orient and pace her, even if she was racing just a little, and hooked up her memory so that when she put the page down, she could keep going from memory.

He nods to the one leaving.

'You think that man is a Torvaldslander? He kinda dressed like one.'

You're alway welcome if you bring a new slave to camp...just next time, maybe try to bring one that at least stays for the whole role play.

Corpo Plaza
No matter where you've been or what you've done, she knows you're a good man. You've been good to her and she'd slay your nightmares for you if she could. But she can't do that and you don't need her to step in front of bullets for you -- you've got all of life handled. It's not your fault that there is one thing she has to offer and it rears itself now here even when she thought she'd put that behind her.

If there was something you needed and you didn't ask, it would gut her far worse than the idea of people looking at her on a night like this, with you, and having them think she was a toy you'd rented.

The hint of anger is hardly even there in your tone and yet it's so rare that her gaze snaps to you and her heart rate picks up. You have her attention and she rocks a few steps back to you. She reaches for you, fingertips tracing your jaw where she sees tension held. How is it that you make her want to do better for herself because she knows you'd be upset if she let herself sink? Her thumb brushes along your jaw to that muscle at its hinge, gently stroking there as she whispers, "I got it, Jackson. I'll be something more."

Her hand glides down to the lapel of your jacket, fingers curling there to lightly hold it.

"You'll prepare for if they fail?" Oh. Oh no... "Like, you might have to run?"

She would miss you.
So badly.

Your hand comes away from your jacket and tucks in against your palm, soft and warm in your grasp as her hips roll and she moves with you, her heels landing like magic when the ground is uneven, carrying her along the path at your side as she steals glances up at you from under dark lashes.

She laughed out loud when she heard Him call out to her as she rounded the campfire. The Man was a feisty One - almost as feisty as she was.

A plains slave didn't bother with rituals and such - she was there to serve and be pleasing - as simple as that.

Bounding up the steps of the serving wagon, she slipped inside, grabbed a large bowl and utensils in case He used them - but she didn't think He probably did.

Then to the cook fire - telling the cook slave that she wanted "that one over there" - a big ass slice of bosk which the slave slapped into the bowl ..

Add some juices to it too slave.

He wanted bread but there was no bread on the Plains so ... she shrugged

DIES and goes to fix her html real quick

Thanks for the play.

Rehearsals
""What's so great about Caesar, hm?!" she continued, the pinched squeal of her inflection around 'Great' tapering off to that falsetto at the end, advocating for… "Brutus is just as cute as Caesar…"

A little quaver of shaken self-confidence, deliberate and frantic as the out-of-place line was meant to make the audience question just who Gretchen was even ranting about. If the Big Feet comment didn't clue them in, this should knock it home, right?

"Kay? Brutus is just as smart as Caesar…" she continued to entreaty with a manic, nervous smile, eyes flickering up towards the two of them like the other classmates she was desperate to convince. "People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar—a-and when it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh?!"

and she picked up the pace, dropping the page altogether as she spoke directly at Elodie and Leo, glaring with all the fury of the worst that the Parent Association could possibly levy at the school board.

"Because that's not what Rome is about!" By now she was Shrill. There was a version of this that landed, full-force point-blank right in Detective Randall Gage's face back in March.
Her voice then abruptly picked up a murderous snarl, one that was hilariously out of place given her normally small and borderline mousey voice. "WE SHOULD TOTALLY JUST STAB CAESAR!!!"

Pressure held, lungs empty, eyes bulging, statue still for one additional second before she began breathing again, trembling inwardly as she looked around, horrified at the imaginary expressions surrounding her.

Getting to read the first few lines helped orient and pace her, even if she was racing just a little, and hooked up her memory so that when she put the page down, she could keep going from memory.

Rehearsals
You are so painfully nervous, and he wishes he could help. Reassure you that auditions are kind of scary, and that's okay.

Right now, all he can do is be supportive in vibes and attentive. He has picked up a pen, but isn't actually taking notes with it. His notes were mostly mental.

This was your first stab at an audition, he's guessing. Clever use of the script as a prop, though. Props for that.

Like Elodie, the speed is the biggest note he has at the top - he's hoping you'll slow down as you get more comfortable, too. You're in a room of people that want you to nail it, to do amazing.

Elodie Stone -

All his other greetings have been like yours. Friendly, welcoming, and warm.

He's genuinely excited for this. You can see it, and now you know why, too.

He's forgotten he's flushed himself, now that Holly's doing her thing.

wanders in

*Cackles and waves as you walk away*

Nice sorta doing business with Ya...and thanks for the slave!

He watches the exchange with high interest. He was amused by it all.